The Reading Spree

Flipping pages and finding common denominators

Tag: Kajo Baldisimo

See and Slide


Happy 7th birthday, blog! 😀 Accept my greetings, even if it is 23 days too late. Hahaha!

The Year-Starter!

It’s that time again! We’ll spend the first few days or weeks of January 2017 making all sorts of resolutions, short-term goals and long-term targets; and feeling real optimistic and so into that “New Year, New Me” shit.

And that’s coming right after the long party season known as Christmas, which actually starts in September in the Philippines. I’m not kidding. So all in all, it’s been three or so months of gluttony and greed. Not complaining, though. 😉

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The Story Continues (AKA More Comics!)

Here’s the thing. The novels I intended for the next review deal with super-heavy themes. The first book alone took me three months to finish, and I admit it was a difficult read. Who knows when I’ll finish the other two — they’re all thick, mind-boggling, and time-intensive.

To decompress, I needed easy reading material with familiar characters and fresh stories. The answer: comics and graphic novels.

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Homegrown Lore.

I wish I was exposed to different book genres early in life, and read more material from local writers. I don’t know if this is the case with most ’80s kids, but when I was growing up, I heavily leaned toward modern foreign-made/imported English books and stories, not homegrown lore.

My shelves were filled with the standard tween/teen fare, particularly those from the (ghostwritten, apparentlySweet Valley series. Kids, Twins, High, University… hell, I was even hooked on those epic Magna Editions! (Remember Margo Black, the batshit-crazy murderer lady hell bent on being a Wakefield? Gaaaaawd I loved her and her drama.)

I guess the same goes for my kin. One was addicted to Danielle Steel novels, and another kept a yellowed and torn-up copy of John Grisham’s The Firm in the bathroom for at least three years. I think the entire family — and all the house guests — read all or parts of that book while on the toilet.

My point is I don’t think I ever saw any books by Filipino authors in my childhood home. Back then, the notion was that reading local books (especially with dialogue in the vernacular) was uncool, baduy. At the time my only example of local fiction books were the tacky, Filipino-language sexytime soap opera-ish books with white covers being sold in bookstore chains; even now, as an adult, I still avoid those shelves.

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